From the moment Old Man Lu sent the tables and chairs of the first car over, Yan Shan looked at these strange things, and he didn't know why. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Until the past two days, other assembly parts have also been delivered, and Yan Shan seems to be a little eyebrow-raising. His own son is going to make a table case.

But why are these tables so high? Kneeling in front of such a table to eat, who can reach it? Could it be that this kid made an offering table for the ancestors of his ancestral hall? But how to do so much.

Yan Shan's head was full of questions, helpless, but Yan Ming just worked, let Yan San do it, and he actually started assembling these things by himself.

Yan Shan's eyes were about to fall to the ground.

His son, a few pounds and a few taels he himself knows best.

If he was literate, cooking was learned overnight. Thanks to the ancestors. But Yan Shan didn't believe that the power of his ancestors could be so strong that people could even do carpentry work overnight.

In fact, Yan Shan thought too much.

Yan Ming just drew things according to his own requirements, and the real parts were made by carpenters according to the size standards. He's just in charge of assembling it.

After resigning from the machinery industry, he opened his own tutorial class, although a lot of theoretical knowledge is a little vague, but this does not affect Yan Ming's hands-on ability.

Under Yan Ming's orders, Yan San hurriedly laid his hands.

In Yan San's eyes, his own son is simply a god. Those seemingly messy woods and boards, under his hands, clanged, and divided by five to become a large square table.

"Is such a big table for worship?" Yan San was also curious about the purpose of this thing.

"For your head." Yan Ming smiled and chiseled Yan San's head mallet, and continued to work with his head bored.

The master and servant worked in the house for three days before they assembled a table and six chairs.

For the Han Dynasty people who were accustomed to kneeling and sitting, they could not imagine what the chair was used for after seeing it.

Yan San even knelt in front of the chair, thinking that this thing was for people to eat alone.

He naively thought that in the future, every servant of the Yan family would have a table like this.

Until Yan Ming asked people to move the table to the back hall, where the old lady of the Yan Chen family ate. Everyone knew that Yanshan made this thing called a table, which is only one word different from the table, and it is also used for eating.

The old lady of the Yan Chen family patted the table made of solid wood with her hand, although she was smiling on her face, Yan Ming could see it, and she didn't approve of it.

Because the old lady of the Yan Chen family said that with such a high table, you don't need to kneel and sit to eat, but you need to stand. It's hard for my grandson, I'm afraid that my legs hurt and I thought of a way to eat standing up.

Yan Shan blew his beard and glared, just about to scold Yan Ming for messing around.

It's just that his scolding words haven't come out yet, and outside Yan San has already walked in with a servant and a chair each.

Under Yan Ming's arrangement, they put the chair with the highest back, armrests on both sides, and the heaviest chair on the front.

"Old grandmother, sit down and try it." Yan Ming helped Yan Chen and slowly sat on the chair.

Yan Chen sat on a chair for the first time, and felt that it was a novelty.

Touching it left and looking right, the smile on its face was completely blooming this time, without a little moisture.

"Good grandson, who did you learn from? If you sit and eat like this, you will not get tired no matter what. Your legs won't be sore on your knees. The old lady applauded.

Yan Shan and the three ladies couldn't help it for a long time, so they pulled over the chair and sat on it.

This practice is much more comfortable than kneeling and sitting.

"Yan Ming, you little head, if you don't open your mind, you won't open your mind. This enlightenment, there are all kinds of tricks. Tonight, the old body is going to be here—what's that called? Yan Chen asked happily.

"It's a chair to sit on, and this one is a table." Yan Ming replied with a smile on his face.

"Okay, in the future, my Yan family will sit on this table and chair to eat, and never kneel again. Old lady, I can't sit on my knees. Yan Chen was satisfied with the table in front of him and said with a smile.

"In the past few days, my grandson has been busy decorating the tables and chairs, and he has not had time to cook for his grandmother. Today's dinner, the grandson packed. Yan Ming said with a smile.

As soon as these words came out, Yan Ming's aunts' eyes lit up.

Since the last time they ate the food that Yan Ming cooked, their mouths were a little tricky, and even Yan Shan said that the food cooked by the chef was not very tasty these days.

Lao Liu, the cook of the Yan family, wants to find Yan Ming to learn art. It's just that Yan Ming was busy installing tables and chairs, so he didn't have time to take care of him.

Now that Yan Ming has taken the initiative to cook, Chef Liu will immediately follow suit.

Yan Ming still copied a few side dishes, of course, leek eggs are indispensable.

Every time he does the same, Chef Liu follows suit. Yan Ming said as he did it.

He is really not very good at cooking, but Chef Liu is much more clever than him in this regard. As long as the point has been mentioned, you know where the key point is.

People who came over more than 2,000 years later are still comfortable instructing the cooks in this countryside when they eat.

Later, Yan Ming simply let Lao Liu fry, and he was on the side.

Working with Yan Ming, Lao Liu is also happy. It's just that he thinks this young master is too exaggerated.

I am very picky about seasonings. Especially the salt, which is the Hedong salt of the state. Since ancient times, Hedong salt has been the best salt in the world, but when it came to the mouth of this young master, it turned out to be garbage salt.

And Yan Ming let go, tomorrow he must renovate the salt at home. What is it called coarse salt purification.

"Young people are crazy! But people are crazy and have capital. Even the Dongfang Shuo sent by the emperor talked about brothers, so let's be crazy. When will my old Liu family be able to produce such a character? No, the old boy must enter the Yan family's school, and I will talk to the old club in the evening. Lao Liu finished frying the dishes and squatted in the kitchen while cleaning up and thinking.

"The young master said that he taught me the craft of cooking, and I could open a restaurant to support the whole family. Lao Liu's family is an authentic farmer. Shinong industry and commerce, the one who opens a restaurant is a businessman, and he must not surrender his identity. But it's good to make money, so what should I do? Let's go back and discuss it with my mother-in-law in the evening. ”

One thought after another tossed and turned in Lao Liu's heart.

Yan Ming didn't know that he had brought such pain to others, and was accompanying the old lady and the aunts to evaluate Lao Liu's cooking skills. At the same time, he secretly sent leek eggs to Yanshan's side.

Yan Shan glanced at him angrily, but the chopsticks involuntarily reached into the leek eggs.

"Not to mention, Lao Liu has been taught by you, and this taste is a little bit." Yan Shan said: "If we go to Chang'an to open a restaurant, we will definitely have a lot of customers." ”

After finishing speaking, Yan Shan stared at Yan Ming with burning eyes.

Going to Chang'an to open a restaurant is fake. In Chang'an, he was familiar with the people in the Marquis of Pingyang's mansion, and he often moved around, so he didn't worry about not being able to make Yan Ming famous.

Yan Ming shook his head and said, "The hall is a small road. If I want to make money, I will make a big one. Dad, what do you think of our tables and chairs? ”

Yan Shan is from a business background, how smart. A happy look immediately appeared on his face, and he said, "Yes, let's go to Chang'an and open a store that specializes in buying tables and chairs." ”

"That's called furniture." Yan Ming added this, chewing rice in his mouth and said: "The fragrance of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, this furniture store does not necessarily have to go to Chang'an to open." Next year, next year we will be the place where furniture is consumed the most. ”

"You just don't want to go to Chang'an. How can our small tunzi, with such a small population, become the place with the largest sales of tables and chairs? Even if everyone buys it, there won't be more sets. Yan Shan knew that Yan Ming didn't want to go to Chang'an, so he muttered.

"Dad, do you want to make a bet?" Yan Ming grinned and asked.

As soon as he heard about the bet, Yan Shan immediately gave him a blank look. This son is good, but his heart is too dark, and he wants to hack his own son.

Bet with Yan Ming, didn't you see Mr. Huang's fate?